"What do you mean by that?"

Bu Yanxi feels that her brain is not enough, what is a gift to Yi Shihan? Doesn't Aunt Rong's aunt and grandmother appreciate Yi Shihan very much? Why does it sound more like you're pinching him and spying on him now?

What else is the "only value", could it be that Rong Xuanyi can't help herself and has to stay by Yi Shihan's side?

"Don't worry, it's none of your business." Rong Sang didn't intend to tell her the filthy secrets behind their family, which would only add to her troubles.

"It doesn't matter, he's my nominal fiancé now." Bu Yanxi smiled bitterly, "It is said that there are many grievances and grievances in the big family, I haven't thought about these before, I knew that I shouldn't have agreed to that ...... in the first place" Halfway through the words, she suddenly realized that she had missed her mouth, and hurriedly stopped talking.

"Promise what?" Rong Sang stared at her intently, "Deal? ”

His eyes were too clear, Bu Yanxi's heart jumped suddenly, she would be defeated if she continued like this.

"Ah, it's so late, I'll go home first, thank you for sending me back!" Bu Yanxi immediately waved his hand at him, and then without giving him any time to react, he turned around, swiped his card like a dragonfly, and fled into the gate of the community.

Looking at her fleeing back, Rong Sang squinted his eyes and had a bottom in his heart.

What she wanted to say just now was a deal.

He never thought that the marriage contract between her and Yi Shihan was out of love.

However, he never thought that behind that marriage contract, there was a hidden transaction.

What kind of deal will it be?

Rong Sang's eyebrows flowed, and in the next second, he was stunned for a moment, and lowered his eyes with a condensed expression.

Why care? Why bother? No matter what kind of transaction it is, it's probably for Ming Yuyan.

Thinking of this, his lips curled up with a self-deprecating arc, slowly shook his head, and turned away.

Bu Yanxi ran too fast, didn't pay attention to the fall when entering the elevator, but got up from the ground quickly, looked at the back of his left hand that was scratched a little skin, and let out a long sigh.

The nail marks on it are long gone.

Now it has left a trail of blood.

The mirror in the elevator reflected her face, a slightly pale complexion, slightly swollen eyes, and a little messy on the top of her kneaded hair, looking like an aggrieved weak woman.

Bu Yanxi was shocked by her uncompetitive appearance, while frowning and brushing her hair, she felt in her pocket and took out the key, the cold metal suddenly hit the wound, she hissed, raised her hand to see, and the blood flowed slowly to the back of her hand.

In fact, it was just a small wound, and it wasn't a severe pain, but she didn't know what psychology it was, so she took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the back of her hand, and then posted it to the circle of friends, with two crying expressions.

So, her WeChat was lively for a night.

The call of a colleague from the newspaper, the comments and care of former classmates, and even Yi Shihan symbolically sent two sentences of inquiry......

In the middle of the night, Bu Yanxi held her mobile phone, lay on the bed and tossed and turned, kept clicking on the WeChat interface to take a look, and finally when she was sleepy and napping, she actually waited for Ming Yuyan's message.

[What's wrong with your hand?] 】

At half past one in the morning, it was suddenly like a basin of cold water poured down, leaving her sleepy.

What is she doing here? Are you pretending to be weak and waiting for anyone's concern?

Bu Yanxi stared at the rare care on the screen, wanting to laugh but couldn't. She didn't know what kind of mood Zhou Xitao was in when she wrote "Intentionally planting flowers and flowers, unintentionally planting willows and willows", but she knew that God loved to joke with her.